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Pilgrims will ascend the road in early summer, Passing my tombstone Mossy, long forgotten.
Girls will laugh and scatter cherry petals, Sometimes they will rest in the twisted pine-trees' shade.
If one presses her warm lips to this tablet The dust of my body will feel a thrill, deep down in the silent earth.